Page 183 of Bred

“Ok, Lucy—”

“Lucifer,” I growl.

Natalia smirks.

Doesn’t. Even. Know.

“Apologies. Lucy…fer, what do you need my body for?”

I shoot her a predatory smirk full of evil intent.

“To be the vessel that carries my heir.”

She wrinkles her nose.

“Vessel that carries your heir? What does that—oh, hell no! I did not sign up forthat!”

“Actually, you did.”

Natalia shakes her head faster than a horny dog humping its favorite toy.

“N-n-o, I bartered my soul.”

“Well, that’s what you offered, but not what I stipulated in the contract.”

Snapping my fingers, I bring said document before us. The parchment made of the dried skin of my victims glows faintly with my power. With a wave of my hand, I push it toward Natalia to read. She scans the inked words, horror creeping into her angel-like features.

Although she clearly detests the nickname, it suits her so well. She’s the embodiment of everything good and pure, what true angels should be like—what humans believe them to be. Instead, they’re a bunch of stuck-up dickbags who suck God’s cock.

Spoiler alert, my dick is way better, and that’s not just my ego talking. I have plenty of glowing reviews on my website, Dicked By The Devil. Five stars, all of them.

Natalia’s chorus of “nos” is like music to my ears. She’s in denial but can’t escape what’s been promised to me in blood.

She’s having my baby, whether she likes it or not.

CHAPTER THREE

NATALIA

Thisisanightmare—afucking dumpster fire come to life. I promised Satan my soul and came to terms long ago that I’d be spending forever down below in exchange for what I wanted, but it was worth it. An eternity in Hell was nothing in comparison to an eternity of suffering The Devil guaranteed my family would have.

What I didn’t barter was my damned body to be used as a baby machine for the guy! It’s so outrageous, I can barely see straight.

“This isnotwhat I said,” I grit out.

“Listen, it’s notmyfaultyoudidn’t read the contract. That’s common sense one-oh-one.”

I scoff, tossing my unruly blond hair out of my face.

“And how do I know you didn’t change it after I signed, hmm?”

The Devil’s dark brown eyes flash red until completely bleeding to black, making him look every inch a demon.

“My word is bond and our agreement is sealed in blood, meaning nothing can be altered afterward.”

“I don’t believe you.”

He shrugs, his eyes returning back to normal. Er, well, whatIconsider normal. An amused grin teases his full lips. I’m pretty pissed, but damn, does the Devil have a gorgeous mouth, which really just infuriates me more.